Experiences with the Energy Body

By Bill Johnson

Bill did bellows breathing for a year. This process allowed him to experience the flow of life force energy (prana) in his body and spine. He discovered that this life force was a reflection of his thoughts. That powerful thoughts collected and shone like stars in his mental landscape, projecting various messages consciously and subconsciously.

This free journal sets out his experiences. It is a practical guide for anyone who would like to understand and influence their energy body. The journal also conveys a way of understanding depression.

 

Bill's spiritual journey also helped him to understand how a creative flow could be connected to the wider universe.

Bill is a produced playwright and the author of the writing workbook A Story is a Promise.

He was office manager of the non-profit writing group Willamette Writers for twenty years.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bill Johnson
• Release date: Jan 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005274450

Bill Johnson

Bill Johnson has practiced meditation techniques including Kriya Yoga. He is the author of the writing workbook, A Story is a Promise.

Book preview

I grew up in a blue collar family. My father worked for the railroad as a brakeman and later a conductor. He would be gone for days at a time, return home for a day or two, then be gone again.

My mother had five children. Having three kids in a year (myself and my twin, and a sister a year older) was difficult for her. She generally cooked one dinner a week. I grew up eating a lot of toast, cereal, ice cream (family bought it in bulk on sale), and popcorn. In the summers I ate fruit from neighbor trees and picked berries and mowed lawns for money to buy candy.

As a teenager and young adult I worked in a donut shop.

Diet is a backdrop to my experiences.

Moving into the body of this journal...

How My Understanding of My Energy Body Began

I grew up having odd sensations, like when happy I would experience waves of intense tingling current flowing from my heart down my arms. I didn't know until my early adult years that others didn't experience life this way.

A few times I thought I was experiencing a state of rapture — intense bliss.

Growing up I suffered from an occasional black depression. It felt like being numb in a dark room and I could hear muffled voices outside.

At age 23 I had been living with housemates on Skyline Blvd, a semi-rural area above Portland. It was a great time to be alive. I had wonderful housemates who cared for me. Going home to find out what others had been up to every day was a wonderful experience.

Then the house was sold and my housemates were going to relocate.

My parents had just bought a new house in Gresham (suburb of Portland). I moved home to help paint the new house, help my dad sheet rock a lower level, and do some landscaping.

One night I had an odd experience. I felt like I was looking inside my spine. I could see places where the tube was crowded with what I